ARRG. You know, it's not bad enough that I'm feeling like crap. It's bad enough I haven't been aboe to use the litterbox for days. But nooooo my people have to make it worse. They have to wake me up, then the people tossed me in a pillowcase and drug me into the car. Then we hurtled off at unimaginable speeds to the stabby place.

Once there, I had to sit with them in the waiting room forever.


There was this annoying little dog in there too. He just wouldn't shut up, and he spoke in nothing but canine spanish. Boy he's lucky I'm sick or I would have smacked the taste out of his mouth.

Of course after that they took me in to see the "Doctor". DOCTOR MY FUZZY TUCHIS! That guy's a quack! He stuck a rubber tube up my...oh I can't even bear to describe it. Perv.

Now they're keeping me against my will and I can't even go to the bathroom on my own! The pervo "doctor" has to squeeze my bladder for me to tinkle. I'm not liking this. You people can be expecting many MANY bitings and scratchings when I get home!!!

If I get home....